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The fact that I never set out to write a food blog must account for my random approach to the genre. It’s hard to explain the exercise in free association characterized by topics such as hyper-masculine lemon bars, rude desserts that show up uninvited to your dinner party, or friends who won’t shut up about their oh-so-fantastic European vacations other than to say it is low-rent psychotherapy for me through a food lens. Whatever I am cooking becomes a Rorschach ink blot reveal of my psyche - like the time a quart of pistachio ice cream taught me things I should have learned in kindergarten.
My small piece of the Internet morphed from its original topic-agnostic format into a food blog the moment I signed up for a CSA basket and realized my first box was actually a weekly delivery of everything I needed to make a batch of organic Pimm’s Cup cocktails. So much for its intended path toward healthy eating!
Suddenly it was obvious to me that food writing was a lot more interesting when it wasn’t just about the food - or when it wasn’t about the food at all. It was also infinitely more compelling than the posts about my cat. (I keep the cat posts up as a reminder to me that no matter how bad a writer I think I am, I used to be a lot, lot worse.)
Since I could never quite master that “dance as if nobody is watching” thing, I instead try to blog that way. This makes it a bit easier to settle a score with my sister - who only knows how to cook one dish; or work out stress related to the discovery that my garage was just destroyed while in the comforting alcoholic haze of several Liberté cocktails. I never forget you can get away with just about anything on a food blog as long as you also dazzle ‘em with insanely chocolaty ice cream desserts.
I don’t like sweets very much so I am just being honest when I say I only bake for attention. Whenever I’m feeling like my ego needs a bit of pumping up I bring something like a tray of peanut black salted caramels to the office so I can feel famous for the day. One should never underestimate the feeling of power that mini-pumpkin doughnut muffins can confer when strategically left out in the office lunchroom.
Adding personal memories and oddball observations to the foods I feature is just my way of adding more flavors to enjoy. Sometimes the flavors are endearing, such as when I blogged Dorie Greenspan’s “Gerard’s Mustard Tart” along with memories of a colorful French couple I met when I traveled to France as a child. (That post actually won first prize at my county fair!)
Sometimes the flavors are off-the-wall, such as when a céleri rémoulade reminded me of the time my boyfriend’s marital indiscretion showed up at our front door unannounced looking for a place to stay. Quelle surprise! Or the time an unmistakable voice on the radio made my heart flutter while describing peanut butter hummus - I surrendered to the memories of my madcap summer love affair with none other than Nigella Lawson. Good times!
And then sometimes the flavors are a bit controversial. I didn’t think suggesting an ice cream maker should be free from bigotry would be a big deal but I lost quite a few followers over that one. I took it as an indicator of a great post!
But mostly my blog is a testament to the rediscovery of my love for cooking and entertaining - a love I had neglected for many years; the result of a multi-year hiatus from the kitchen brought on by a combination of unappreciative significant others, tiny studio apartment kitchens, pesky stints of unemployment and proximity to people whom I felt did it all much better than me.
I have since learned that there are no excuses worthy of ditching a passion and so, with or without Sis. Boom. [blog!], I know I will never neglect my chef’s knives and All Clad again.
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